Mx3V.4

Momentary musical muse;is probably a title I over use;and abuse; like the alarm clock snooze; you dont wanna hear it again but im back with more; now we up to number four; never had my foot in the door; drop kicked it off its hinges; addicted to this like word filled syringes; needle of several inches; i love this dreamy haze, stop with the pinches; cant stay on the only track my mind's got; goals, kindness, and sanity all sit in my blind spot; i will continue to write these lines in alignment 'till my spines not; eyes, teeth, and thoughts are all crooked; never had a good life so i grabbed yours and took it; sociopath walkin the path of a psycho; do it all at once, i play hide go;  threw the paddle in shit creek, why row; i would rather just sit where i float; shit the bed, kick the bucket, die, croak; whatever you call it my minds broke